Note: This post is a day late. We were at the western most point of Europe with minimal internet. Today’s post is coming soon.

Our good weather came to an end when we woke up this morning to a thick layer of fog. We encountered fog so thick on a small primitive road we could not see the tail lights of the cars in front of us. A huge truck suddenly materialized from the opposite direction and got the blood rushing early in the morning. I was grateful to have a professional behind the wheel.

Hawk took us to a place so remote that even Hadda exclaimed “who would live out here?”. It appears a shunned artist and a hermit.

We spent a delightful hour exploring the Samuel Jonsson Art Museum. Samuel is called “The Artist with a Child’s Heart”. He decided that if no one appreciated his art, he would build his own museum. And when the local church rejected an alter piece he spent three years making for them, he built his own church too. That altarpiece is in a museum in Reykjavik and will return when the restoration efforts are complete. I admire his confidence and conviction.

Perhaps the highlight of the day was something I’m not sure I can begin to describe but I will do my best.

During a monthlong photography trip, I may be lucky to capture a handful of images I am truly excited about. But today I experienced something that will bring me great joy for years to come. I captured the scene in this image.

It’s not a good photo- and it really wasn’t the photo that made the moment special. It was standing in a field trying to photograph sheep and listening to Hawk make sheep sounds. He made a large variety of sheep noises, each unique and equally funny. It is really hard to hold the camera steady when you are trying hard not to laugh.

We did have another “why walk when you came drive moment. It came when Hawk wanted to check out an abandoned structure by the sea. I may not need to exercise when I am on a Hawk tour. I think my elevated heart rate will be enough to burn the calories from all the Happy Marriage Cake I have been consuming. (And I had a great piece at the Samuel museum.

I do have a new Hawkism to leave you with. When Hawk encounters a closed gate, he declares “Gates are meant to be opened” and then proceeds to find a way around it. Often it involves driving the Hawk-mobile off road.

Our destination for the evening is the western most part of Iceland, Látrarbjarg. This is a popular place to watch the puffins. Unfortunately they all left at the end of July.

A quick recap of what we saw today in 20 sentence fragments or less: a pod of whales, an arctic fox, a heated swimming pool by the ocean in the middle of nowhere, a waterfall (of course), an ode to an artist, a ruin by the sea, and an old boat wreck. Oh, and I can’t forget the OMG burger, it is truly unforgettable.